Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


10 Comments

Space Needle

Piquant petals
Pierced through an ardent needle
Thrust into heavens

I love the dichotomy between these two wondrous expressions of art. The cold straight steel of the Seattle Space Needle in comparison to the fragile fluid glass of Chihuly. Both are magnificent landmarks in their own rights.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #193: Spicy and #194: Towers


6 Comments

Solstice

This summer solstice
Golden sun’s prodigious eye
Aligns with flowers

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #192: Eyes and inspired by Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #90 Crossroads … Summer Solstice (Troiku Hineri)


4 Comments

After

Mirage of trees
Shimmer in reflection
Cold hard glass

Spiritless crow
Adorning the sidewalk
Window strike

The unfortunate demise of this crow gave me an opportunity to appreciate for a moment the beautiful fragility of its being. What a privilege to hold such a captivating creature before it is rendered back to dust and a poignant reminder that in a mere instant, the miracle of being can be extinguished.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #191: Being


4 Comments

Quiet

As I sit in your quiet house
A lifetime of memories haunt me
Sweet snippets of laughter play
A flickering old movie reel
Until the film finally runs out
Celluloid flapping against metal
Jolts me back to reality
Past relationships lost to time
Unwilling to mask my sorrow

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #188: Mask and #189: Quiet


9 Comments

Heaven

No more dances

Around the sun

She is now

Back to stardust

 In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #185: Heavens


Leave a comment

Heavens

Man made heavens
A meretricious imitation
To trees covered in birdsong

Don’t get me wrong, I am in awe of the human capability to create beautiful art, but nothing compares to the cosmos which is what inspires our art in the first place. Waking up under a canopy of trees by a birdsong alarm is my idea of heaven (even if my old back is stiff from sleeping on the ground).

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #185: Heavens